"I wonder if he's dead this time?"
"That was my last big move, damn it!"
Xu Shu clasped his hands, praying that Yan Hui would die beneath his "Fu Shiluo Xuan Chuan Ci."
However, he couldn't see it, because the entrance closed after he struck.
He was now moving through a passageway that seemed spacious but felt incredibly tight and constricted.
Could it be due to the differing sizes of the secret realms?
Xu Shu wasn't quite sure about this; all he knew was that this tunnel was much longer than the one he entered Wangsi City (Shimizu Temple) before.
But no one could answer Xu Shu's questions now, as Xie Xiaochan, Lu Bingwei, and the others closed their eyes tightly upon entering the passageway, the pain on their faces slightly diminishing, as if they were seriously resisting something.
Meanwhile, the infant soul gnawing at their brains ceased its action, gradually becoming ethereal and shrinking.
